Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.